| "Do we not have a Cleric?" the lavender-haired elf looks around, "No, I guess we don't. That's probably because Mr. diSenzio from Orussus didn't think much of the Rivenblight delegation...I apologise and take full responsibility for how it might affect any of you. So many redheads...yes, you are correct. I will tell you a story. A number of years back, a young man with red hair stumbled into Rivenblight. He seemed slightly demented, actually. He was captured and seemed surprised at the ruins of Old Rivenblight, as if he has never heard of the great cataclysm that befell the city. In fact, all of his knowledge of history and the layout of nations was dated by thousands of years. He seemed...somehow dangerous. During all the time he was questioned, which was weeks, holding him out for food and water had no effect, as he did not seem to need them. When we finally ascertained that he was of no threat, we released him. He claimed that he would find his lost power and remember the treatment he was given. It was very striking red hair. It did not look like the hair on our...half-elf...friend...Rinya," she gives a friendly smile, "But it was an exact match for his," she points at Saithnar, "And fairly close to yours, Ms...?" she questions, as Tumna has not introduced herself.
"No matter. It is an odd tale, and of no importance to our coming search."
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